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[The video opens with a very flushed Chuuya, and the source of that rosy color on his cheeks is soon readily apparent. In his hand is a glass of red wine that’s barely half-full, and it’s obvious that he’s been hitting the bottle hard. Behind him is the backdrop of a lavish, cozy bedroom, and a small bird can be seen flitting to and fro.]

This is the first time I’ve posted a video on here. Seems easy enough. Anyway, while we all wait for news of whatever the hell is going on with the bigger picture right now, why not have some fun?

[Chuuya takes a sip of his wine.]

So I’m gonna ask a few questions. First off, what’s your drink of choice? I’m taking suggestions on different cocktails to mix up since I’ve got an entire bar to work with now. Hell, if it’s good enough, I might just name it after you.

[And he downs the rest of the wine. So classy.]

Second question; besides the people, what do you miss most about home? Or maybe tell me about something you’ve gotten back that you were missing when you first woke up. Or even weirdass gifts you never asked for that just randomly appeared.

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[ Grantaire would ordinarily be drinking straight from the bottle, but drinking from a glass makes it feel as though he’s somehow drinking less, Even though he’ll eventually refill it enough to drink just as much as he would have had to begin with. ]

We’re in agreement, then! How excellent to hear. You and I are much the same in regards to our indulgences. Red wine is my preference as well, though a white wine never hurt anybody. I would never turn down a glass of absinthe when available either.

[ He gazes almost fondly at his glass for a moment before kicking back a drink of it. ]

I believe you asked a second question as well, did you not? Allow me a moment to think. I do miss the people, but you've disallowed that. I do miss the wine. This— [ He gestures to his glass ] does not quite compare, but I think I will forego that answer and say that I miss Paris most of all. The entire city. I knew its streets as well as any man who did not make his home on them could.

[Honestly it’s a miracle that Chuuya isn’t drinking straight from the bottle either. Drinking from a glass just makes him feel more classy, and if he’s gonna be on video, he should at least try to have some semblance of class.]

White wine isn’t bad. Better than vodka in my book. And absinthe wasn’t real common where I was from.

[Chuuya immediately perks up at the mention of Paris. Finally, somewhere that actually existed in his old world!]

Yeah? I’ve been to Europe, but never Paris. I’m originally from Japan.

[He gets a curious look in his eyes.]

Was it romantic like they say? Or is that all just a fairytale?

When I died, France had not been in contact with Japan for quite some time, but perhaps things changed. Many things did, but it truly is a shame that you never saw Paris, monsieur. I wish you could have.

[ He pauses, sips his wine, and mulls over the question for a moment. ]

I will speak frankly. Some parts were ugly, poorly kept or ignored by both the public and the government, but I’ve been told that many of them had since been restored or removed altogether. Many parts are as romantic as they say. There is nothing lovelier the lamps reflecting upon the Seine, particularly if one is in good company. Still, I will admit, I do have a bias. It was my home and I often looked upon it with hazy eyes.

[ Read: he was often drunk. ]

When you died...?

[This is like the fifth person he’s met who’s apparently come back from the dead somehow or other. He should probably stop questioning it.]

Yeah. I would’ve loved a tour.

[Chuuya finishes off his glass of wine before pouring another. No need to hold back, right?]

The same can be said about where I’m from. Every city has its bad parts, but damn if I don’t miss it. I especially miss the ocean. I know there’s one here, but it’s not quite the same.

I admit, I am still more than a little disappointed that it was taken from me. After all, what is life without death? Life can be such a miserable thing. A reprieve was welcome, for a time. Perhaps I will receive another, if a dragon truly is to destroy us all, though I have my doubts.

[ Despite such a strange and negative tangent, he smiles as he continues to drink. You could say he’s a little pessimistic. It’s his thing. ]

I’ve found that things can be similar, but never quite the same. It's likely to stop us all from going mad with homesickness. What is it that you miss the most from your home, if you would deem me worthy of knowing?

[Oh yeah, Chuuya had been so caught up drinking that he’d temporarily forgotten about the whole dragon thing.]

Yeah. Living forever seems more like a curse than a blessing.

[He’s met a few people that are essentially immortal since coming to Nysa, actually. He can’t speak to whether they’re actually happy, though...]

I don’t mind sharing. [A thoughtful hum.] Probably my motorcycle. I used to ride around the city when I could. There’s nothing else like it in the world. Not even a Pegasus ride.

[ Grantaire pities those immortals. He takes solace in the fact that he had a death, and he could die another death when the time comes. It must be miserable to live each day knowing that there is no end. ]

Ah, but I should hope that anything is quite unlike a Pegasus ride. The Greek hero Bellerophon tamed Pegasus with a golden bridle, but he tumbled from the creature’s back in an attempt to reach the realm of the gods. I need not say how miserable the last of his life was. A thorn bush broke his fall. He was blinded, because he thought himself as mighty as the gods.

[ Just—he has a thing for Greek mythology as well. Excuse him as he pours himself another glass of wine, humming thoughtfully. ]

I am guileless. What is a motorcycle? I would imagine it’s similar to a bicycle, but my imagination is often wrong.

Yeah? That’s one I haven’t heard before. Granted I don’t do a lot of reading.

[Ah, sometimes he forgets that not everyone came from worlds or timelines where such things existed. He’s quiet for a moment as he tries to figure out how to describe a motorcycle to someone who’s never seen one.]

It’s like a bigger, bulkier bicycle with an engine attached that makes it go a lot faster. Much faster than any horse, that’s for sure.

I do few things. Most of all, I drink. At times, I argue against ideals I do not believe in—which it seems would be most of them. There are times when I simply wander the streets to search out the best places for the best things, and in the remaining time, when it suits me, I read.

[ Granted, he hasn’t done much of it here. He’s left that to the other Frenchman who’s decided to show his face in his post.

What he’s picturing is not nearly as slick as an actual motorcycle, but he’s clearly intrigued by the idea. ]

I think I would have liked to see such a thing. I wonder if Parisians ever took to them.

I can definitely get behind drinking and arguing. Not to mention seeking out the best of the best.

[Chuuya is a terribly self-indulgent creature, but it’s not without reason. Growing up with nothing gives you a newfound appreciation for the finer things in life, so much that you constantly want to surround yourself with them.]

Not sure, but I sure as hell miss mine. Maybe I’ll get it back someday. I’ve heard of that happening. People regaining things from their worlds, I mean.

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Then I should tell you that if you find yourself in Wyver, the best wine is tucked away in the center of the city. I cannot recall the name of the tavern at the moment, but it is rather unassuming.

[ Grantaire is the epitome of wasted privilege: a young man from a wealthy family who could do essentially anything with his life, but lacked all motivation, going so far as to abandon his education when it wasn’t what he expected. Instead, he’s always done exactly what he claims he does: he drinks and he argues. ]

May the Natha grant you your motorcycle, my friend. I have nothing I should wish to regain more than my friends, but I’m afraid they will wake when they’re ready and not a moment sooner.

Thanks for the tip.

[He’s always looking for places to drink, so he’ll definitely keep that little tip in mind should he ever find himself in Wyver.]

Thanks. I hope your friends wake up soon.

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